Chapter 407 Chapter 407 Suspect
As Mike contemplated his next move, a surge of vindictive energy coursed through him. "I'll make him regret every moment of his pompous existence," he vowed, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.
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As Mike pondered more on the events that had transpired at the celebration and a sly smile crept across his face. "Well, that's one way to take him out of the recruitment race," he mused to himself. The failed assassination had, inadvertently, become a stroke of luck for Mike. With Nexus embroiled in an attempted murder case, the chances of Mary Kay successfully recruiting him had plummeted to zero.
The shadowy corners of Mike's mind whispered reassurances to him. "No need to worry about Nexus taking your spot now. The chaos that is stirred up in the ballroom tonight will ensures he won't be joining the ranks anytime soon," he reflected, a sense of relief washing over him. In the cutthroat world of Castra City, Mike saw every obstacle as an opportunity, and Nexus's brush with death had just presented him with a silver lining.
Despite the facade of satisfaction, a lingering bitterness remained. The taste of disappointment lingered on Mike's tongue, a reminder that his personal vendetta against Nexus had yet to be fully realized. "He may have dodged death this time, but he won't escape me forever," Mike whispered ominously to the empty room, his eyes glinting with a renewed determination.
As Mike contemplated the future, he couldn't help but revel in the chaos that had unfolded. Nexus, the rising star of the city, was now tainted by the brush of an assassin's blade. "Let the city gossip about his near-death experience. It's only a matter of time before he becomes a pariah," Mike thought, a smirk playing on his lips. n./o./v-.e-)l/.b.-1-/n
Mike was still in thought when he noticed the unconscious form of Angel, lying on the bed, began to stir, signaling the return of her consciousness. Acting swiftly, Mike seized the opportunity to orchestrate a facade, a carefully constructed charade to conceal the true nature of his intentions.
With a sense of urgency, Mike swiftly took off his clothes and positioned himself beside Angel, assuming an air of weariness. Every movement was calculated, every nuance of his expression a well-practiced act. As Angel regained consciousness, she was met with the sight of Mike, ostensibly fatigued and spent, as if he had been present throughout her unconsciousness. Mike's actions were a testament to his cunning, a testament to the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his objectives.
Nexus marveled at the miraculous recovery of his severed arm, now fully restored under the skilled hands of the senior healer. He couldn't help but express his gratitude to the aged healer, acknowledging the mysterious twist of fate that had spared him from a more dire fate.
"Thank you, Master Healer. I am truly grateful for your expertise," Nexus conveyed, genuine appreciation in his eyes.
The aged healer, a stoic figure with years of experience etched on his face, waved off Nexus's thanks with a humble nod. "Luck played a significant role in your survival. The weapon used against you carried a potent corrosive mana, designed to impede the natural healing process. Yet, your body's resilience exceeded my expectations," he explained, his words carrying a mix of awe and intrigue.
Madeline and the others in the room listened intently, their eyes flickering between Nexus and the aged healer. The revelation of Nexus's extraordinary self-healing ability stirred a sense of relief among the onlookers. The tension that had gripped the room began to dissipate, replaced by a collective sense of gratitude for the fortunate turn of events.
Nexus, still processing the implications of his body's unique capabilities, felt a wave of relief wash over him. "I suppose I have more to learn about myself," he mused ignorantly, his gaze wandering like he was pondering the intricacies of his newfound abilities.
The aged healer, a seasoned observer of life's mysteries, offered a reassuring smile. "Indeed, young one. The mysteries of one's own body often unfold gradually, revealing their secrets in unexpected ways."
As the room buzzed with a mixture of relief and curiosity, Nexus turned to the aged healer with a final expression of gratitude. "Thank you for saving not only my arm but also my life," he acknowledged jokingly.
Madeline who standing beside Nexus, couldn't help but express her relief as the senior healer concluded his assessment. Her eyes, filled with a mix of concern and gratitude, spoke volumes about the emotional rollercoaster she had experienced in those tense moments.
"Thank the heavens for your profound skills, Master Healer. We are indebted to you for saving Nexus," Madeline said, her voice carrying a genuine warmth that resonated with the others in the room.
The aged healer acknowledged Madeline's gratitude with a gracious nod, recognizing the weight of the situation. "It wasn't a big deal, Madeline. Your swift actions in summoning help played a crucial role in Nexus's survival," he remarked, giving credit where it was due.
Madeline turned her attention to Nexus, a mixture of relief and concern evident in her eyes. "Nexus, are you feeling alright? That was a close call, and I can't help but worry about your well-being," she admitted, her maternal instincts shining through.
Nexus, still processing the miraculous recovery of his arm, offered Madeline a reassuring smile. "I feel surprisingly well, Madeline. Thanks to the skilled hands of the healer and the support of everyone here," he replied, his gratitude extending to those who had witnessed the ordeal.
Madeline's gaze softened, and she placed a hand on Nexus's shoulder, a gesture of both comfort and support. "We're all relieved to see you safe and sound. This incident has left us with many questions, but for now, let's focus on your recovery," she suggested, her words carrying a subtle reassurance.
Reaves brow was furrowed together, he was extremely angry because of the incident that took place, he waited till Nexus body was fully healed by the great healer. Through out the process his face stays hard, he kept glancing at his side staring at Mary Kay who was standing close to the door.
Reaves couldn't shake the feeling he was feeling, because he believes that Mary Kay must be the culprit because there is no one else who could planned something like this if not her. "It might be her" he guessed, "there is no one else who have the nerves to plan the murder aside her, nobody else has the motive to do so and not in the present of everyone here, and besides, nobody else have reasons for such motive"
Reaves walked straight up to Mary Kay and dragged her along with him, everyone present saw this but nobody dare to follow them and no one bothered to follow them, some of them already guessed the reason why Reaves does what he just did. Reaves dragged Mary Kay into a private room and locked the door behind them.
In the private room, Reaves confronted Mary Kay, his anger palpable in the charged atmosphere. Mary Kay, maintaining a stoic expression, already guessed why she was dragged in here and knew she had a lot to answer for, but she still asked "Reaves, what is the meaning of this? Why did you dragged me here?"